Mondays are for monkeys

Office monkey. That's my new, self-apposed title.

Sigh.

I have a feeling I'll be slugging back alot of coffee today... just a hunch. That's what you get for slacking off on a Friday, I guess.

Seeing as I'm short on time for blogging these days - and I don't see it getting better - I hope you won't mind if I don't respond to you individually in post comments anymore. I'd rather spend that time reading your stuff and commenting there - hey, it's all about priorities, LOL!

Thanks for all your lovely comments on my last post, the one about the grannie. I'm glad it brought you all comfort and a smile.

However, I didn't post it to get kudos or anything, but I thought it was such a perfect illustration of Karma and being linked, and also the incident affected me so much, well, I couldn't stay quiet about it. The counterbalance to all of this are all the homeless people that litter the sidewalks full of Christmas shoppers, sitting there freezing and some of them crying - specially the old ones - it all makes me feel ill, sick to my stomach.

I can't help them all and even giving them a bit of money isn't really helping, it's a tiny band-aid and that's it. Society is limping, crippled on broken crutches and I just have to learn to deal with it. I guess.

But the damn least I can do is take charge when Karma says ¨here you go¨. I don't want thanks for it, I want to be able to sleep at night without my conscience kicking me in the shins.

Gotta love the conscience.

\end of Life Is A Circus post\